I managed to slowly make my way to the dressing table and looked at myself in the mirror. But it wasn't me, or at least not the me that I expected to ...ee. I was expecting to see an image of myself in a floor length dress. But instead of the carrot topped, gangly, male image that usually stared back at me, I saw a pretty, no, beautiful, petite brunette with long flowing hair. I raised my arm and saw that the reflection did also. Yep, this had to be a dream. That couldn't be me. Attractive was. After a few gags, my mouth was so filled with his cock, saliva, and mucus from my throat that it began to come drooling out of my mouth on his cock and onto my chest.Soon, my face, chest, and breasts were covered in my own spit, mucus, and tears as I was crying from the gagging, the pain, and the humiliation. My father continued fucking my face and when I would gasp for breath, his cock would often manage to lodge deeper inside me on the next stroke. On one final hard thrust, he lodged his cock. Almost sure of some play, Myron looked at the hole which had gone dark because the stranger had bent over to it for peeking through. He started fondling his throbbing erection, making sure, the man could see all the glorious length of his shaft as well as the balls. Pre cum had started to leak fast through the plum like cock head slit on the top. The stranger enjoyed the show and then he relaxed back as Myron saw the light reappear through the tiny peep hole and now Myron looked through to be. It was alot of blahblahblah, but it was just him talking. I adjusted myself in the seat and he rolls forward in his side chair and I opened my mouth for my checkup. As he looked about, I remember him looking down and seeing that I was wearing shorts and not a dress. “Shorts? Well that’s no good.” he says. I looked down and than back up to him. “What’s wrong with my shorts?” “Well, I gotta check you out.” he answeredI didn’t think much about what I was doing from this point. I just thought it.